Four days had passed since the Kushida Incident
As I lay in bed, anticipating a call, my mind was already preoccupied with the upcoming meeting.
After a few minutes, my ringtone finally broke the silence, prompting a quick response.
"Good evening, Hashimoto."
A friendly chuckle greeted my greeting.
"Good evening, King. Here I am with all the info you requested."
"Your diligence is quite impressive."
"Haha, indeed. So, should I share the details over the phone, or do you prefer a face-to-face meeting?"
Slowly getting up i stated.
"The second option is preferable."
"Whatever works for you. Where shall we meet?"
"Keyaki Mall in 15 minutes. Is that agreeable?"
"Understood."
Observing Hashimoto's meticulous approach, I couldn't help but acknowledge his role in Class A
"Okay, we'll meet you there, Hashimoto."
With our goodbyes exchanged, I prepared for a stroll.
Fifteen minutes later, standing in the predetermined spot, I patiently waited.
Finally, the figure of Arisu's right-hand man emerged, casually strolling towards our meeting place. He had sported jeans, a white shirt over a light blue T-shirt on him. As for me, I opted for white jeans paired with a casual light grey T-shirt and a jacket.
"Good evening, King."
"Hashimoto."
Greeting each other, I gestured for him to walk with me.
"Ayanokoji, do you mind if we grab a cup of coffee on our way?"
"Not at all; I wanted to do the same anyway."
Agreeing that two cups of coffee would set the right tone for our discussion, we headed to the cafe.
"So, did you manage to gather all the information I requested?"
"Well, almost. You must understand that there are certain things even we can't manage in such a short period."
"I understand. It was quite naive to request this anyway."
"Speaking as if you already understand where we failed?"
"Well, it's rather obvious that the only people with whom you could fail are the upperclassmen."
"Fair enough."
"And what about my other requests?"
"Explaining that would take some time, so how about we grab our coffees first?"
"I have nothing against that."
After securing our coffee, we decided against sitting in the cafe to avoid raising suspicions.
"Before we start, I wanted to ask you something."
"What is it, Hashimoto?"
"How's it in your class?"
"Are you referring to how I explained the library situation to them?"
A simple nod sufficed as a response.
"Well, let's just say I managed to convince them that, for us, it's yet impossible to engage in conflict with your class."
"Your right hand did the convincing?"
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Classroom of the Elite: Stalemate
FanfictionDevoid of emotions. Analytical to the core. A void within. Is this the true essence of Kiyotaka Ayanokoji? Or is it an imposition, a facade concealing a version of Kiyotaka who fears his own existence? Perhaps his genuine nature recoils in terror at...
